Hello, my name is Amy . . .

HI AMY.

Here's when I knew I'd hit rock bottom . . . It was early morning.  That afternoon was when I would be going to mom's house to begin my house-sitting job.

This is what I woke up to:

AY CARAMBA!! 

QUE HORROR!!

SADNESS!!

After about an hour . . . the craving sets in . . . the shaking . . . I haven't had my morning fix.

I suck it up and tell myself, "Mom's house will definitely have some"  and that helps me survive until I arrive.

GREAT GLORY AND SPLENDOR!!  GRACIAS A DIOS!!

In the door of the fridge was gold . . . 

But upon closer inspection . . .

TALK ABOUT DEPRESSO!!

So I did what any self-respecting Cubana would do, I went to the store and got what I had been craving.

When I first cracked it open . . . and the smell came wafting up to meet me . . . HEAVEN.

AAAAHHHHHH.  HAPPY . . . until tomorrow that is . . . :-)